“Have you ever been bitten by one of those monsters?”
At my question, Mr. Hans’s face turned from mine to Ethan’s in confusion.
Sweat was dripping from his face as if he’d been running.
“Uh……. Well.”
The captain paused, then slowly rolled up his sleeves.
“I was out for a bit earlier and got bit…”
“Shit.”
I looked over and saw that his forearm had been badly ripped open. I could see the white bone, but how could he not feel any pain?
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Yeah, it does. I don’t know if it’s numbness or pain, but I don’t feel a thing……. It’s a strange…….”
Mr. Hans’s speech was slowing down.
“Something’s wrong,” Knox muttered as he watched the situation unfold. Sensing the unusual atmosphere, Ethan turned to me.
“Sir Ethan. Do you think you could get something useful out of here?”
Ethan looked at me, suddenly wondering why I would ask such a thing. I turned to Ethan, my axe still pointed at the officer.
“If you do, get it now; we’re running out of time.”
“There’s probably a key to the dungeon and some self-defense items.”
“Okay. Throw them in the bag.”
At the same time, a trickle of blood dripped from Mr. Hans’s nose. He rubbed at his sternum in disbelief, and his eyes widened at the sight of blood.
Symptoms varied from person to person after being infected by the monsters. Mr. Hans seems to have a slow progression and a flesh-eating condition.
I shouted at Ethan, who stood stiffly.
“What are you doing, come on!”
Ethan gestured, looking a little flustered.
Mr. Hans looked down at his bloody hands, a little dazed as to whether we were or not, and muttered.
“What’s wrong…….”
I watched in horror as one side of Han’s face melted away.
I can only describe it as melting. The right side of his face slid down, his eyeballs popping out and rolling across the floor. I stepped back, swallowing a scream.
“Ughhhh…….”
I hear Mr. Hans groan. His arms were gradually inflating as he took a step toward me. Like a balloon.
“Sir Ethan.”
I called out to Ethan, my voice trembling as I watched Mr. Hans transform into a viral monster without looking back.
“Sir, where are you?”
When I didn’t hear an answer from Ethan, I called out to him one more time, growing anxious.
“I’m here.”
His voice was muffled in my ear. My hands, shaking with anxiety, calmed and relief washed over me.
Ethan’s large hand wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me back with a gentle motion.
“Slowly.”
He said to me, like calming a child. I slowly backed away, keeping my eyes on Mr. Hans and Ethan. One step at a time, very slowly.
We reached the side door of the police station. According to Ethan, it was the door to the dungeon.
Mr. Hans’s police uniform had been ripped off by his bloated body. He looked at us, now half-disheveled.
“I feel strange……. I feel heavy……. By the way, you guys……. left me alone……. Where are you going?”
The old man’s face contorted a little more as he asked in a low voice. His mouth opened wide, revealing teeth that were now sharp and pointed.
His voice, rumbling and echoing, sounded as if three or four people were speaking at the same time.
I was frozen in place, unable to move my legs. I was so scared, so creeped out.
“Don’t….leave me……. Where are you going?”
Aah!
Ethan quickly cleared the desk he’d set up in front of the back door and stood in front of me, sword drawn.
“Watch your teeth, you don’t want to get bitten!”
With a simple swing, Ethan sliced through the officer’s midsection.
Ouch.
The surface of the skin cracked, like a water balloon popping, and then exploded with a pop.
A fountain of green liquid, presumably the monster’s blood, poured out. He couldn’t tell if the creature was completely dead. He didn’t cut off his head.
The explosion was followed by the sound of monsters gathering outside the police station.
Knox opened the side door to the basement and shouted at us.
“Come on!”
Ethan ran over, carrying the bag he had dropped, and we followed him through the side door.
Knox quickly closed the side door, then secured it with a wooden bar to keep it from opening. I scooped him up like a bag of rice and ran straight down the basement stairs.
The basement was dark and dank. Like a real cave.
“After… Sinclair, I appreciate your help, but will you please let me go now, please consider my social status and dignity.”
Knox on my back begged, as if he were pleading.
I found it quite amusing to hear a submissive in a romance novel (though I doubt it was a romance) begging. Of course, the fact that I was the one carrying the second male on my back was not so funny.
“If you were good enough on your own, I wouldn’t be doing this, but if you keep whining, I’m going to throw you into the monster’s mouth for your social status and dignity, so shut up.”
Of course, you can’t just be thrown away, you are too valuable.
But if he continued to complain, I was actually considering throwing him in, but unfortunately, as usual, Knox didn’t cross the line.
In fact, I found him more difficult to deal with than Ethan. You never know what he will do.
“You two have been hanging out the whole time,” he said, “and Ms. Cherry has changed. Our social butterfly has gone too wild. I think Ethan has some really bad effects on you.”
Knox aimed a glare at Ethan instead of me. Caught off guard, Ethan glared at Knox.
“I did what?”
I wrestled him to the ground, then dropped my shoulder bag and reached for my lantern.
“Hey, Know. You’re lucky I didn’t leave you, and shut the fuck up.”
“You’re the one who dragged the one who asked you to leave behind, Miss Cherry, and you’re so uncivilized, I’m hurt.”
I agreed with Knox. It was true. I did force myself to drag a man who would rather die than let Ethan see that he was being carried by me.
He’s a doctor, so I think we should cut him some slack for being less powerful than the rest of us.
I rummaged through my bag, listening to their conversation out of the corner of my eye.
“Oh, well, that’s good to know. I don’t want to be as sophisticated as you are.”
“……Miss Cherry, you’ll get tainted if you hang out with a guy like that. We’re intellectuals, we’re supposed to be cultured.”
“Oh. Shit, we fucked up. Where is my light?”
I dug through my bag, but I couldn’t find the light. I don’t want to go through dungeons and morgues without a light.
Muttering a few curses under my breath, I made eye contact with Knox, who was glaring at me.
“Oh, what did you just say?”
“I was saying that… Ms. Cherry has a very pretty way with words.”
Knox looked up at me with an innocent smile.
Apparently, the words I’d been thinking earlier had come out of my mouth, but since when was “damn, we fucked up” a pretty word? It didn’t seem like it, and I didn’t think he had a taste for foul language.
Ethan was next to me, shaking his shoulders and laughing, and I wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, but he was already weird, so I decided to ignore him.
Anyway, I dug through my bag and finally found the matchbox. After lighting the lantern with a match, we were able to move.
Ethan and I flanked Knox, each holding a lantern and a sword.
“Hey. It’s too noisy. Is someone here?”
Then someone spoke to us.
It wasn’t Ethan’s voice, and it wasn’t Knox’s.
I shined the lantern I was carrying in the direction of the sound.
A row of prison bars stretched to the left of the path we were walking down. Most of them were empty, but there was one cell that had a visitor.
A middle-aged man with an unfamiliar face stared at us from the bars.
“Are civilians allowed to enter the dungeon like this?”
The man seemed oblivious to the situation outside. Which is understandable if you’ve been locked in here all this time.
It dawned on me that this was the same domestic abuser who had taunted Ethan with a glass of whiskey before the apocalypse.
Ethan pulled his keys out of his pocket and tossed them in front of the grate.
“You can get out on your own or not. Be careful, there are monsters out there.”
“It seems safer to just stay locked in there.”
I muttered, staring at the prison bars, but the clueless domestic abuser didn’t hesitate a moment before reaching through them.
“Have you ever been bitten by one of those monsters?”
At my question, Mr. Hans’s face turned from mine to Ethan’s in confusion.
Sweat was dripping from his face as if he’d been running.
“Uh……. Well.”
The captain paused, then slowly rolled up his sleeves.
“I was out for a bit earlier and got bit…”
“Shit.”
I looked over and saw that his forearm had been badly ripped open. I could see the white bone, but how could he not feel any pain?
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Yeah, it does. I don’t know if it’s numbness or pain, but I don’t feel a thing……. It’s a strange…….”
Mr. Hans’s speech was slowing down.
“Something’s wrong,” Knox muttered as he watched the situation unfold. Sensing the unusual atmosphere, Ethan turned to me.
“Sir Ethan. Do you think you could get something useful out of here?”
Ethan looked at me, suddenly wondering why I would ask such a thing. I turned to Ethan, my axe still pointed at the officer.
“If you do, get it now; we’re running out of time.”
“There’s probably a key to the dungeon and some self-defense items.”
“Okay. Throw them in the bag.”
At the same time, a trickle of blood dripped from Mr. Hans’s nose. He rubbed at his sternum in disbelief, and his eyes widened at the sight of blood.
Symptoms varied from person to person after being infected by the monsters. Mr. Hans seems to have a slow progression and a flesh-eating condition.
I shouted at Ethan, who stood stiffly.
“What are you doing, come on!”
Ethan gestured, looking a little flustered.
Mr. Hans looked down at his bloody hands, a little dazed as to whether we were or not, and muttered.
“What’s wrong…….”
I watched in horror as one side of Han’s face melted away.
I can only describe it as melting. The right side of his face slid down, his eyeballs popping out and rolling across the floor. I stepped back, swallowing a scream.
“Ughhhh…….”
I hear Mr. Hans groan. His arms were gradually inflating as he took a step toward me. Like a balloon.
“Sir Ethan.”
I called out to Ethan, my voice trembling as I watched Mr. Hans transform into a viral monster without looking back.
“Sir, where are you?”
When I didn’t hear an answer from Ethan, I called out to him one more time, growing anxious.
“I’m here.”
His voice was muffled in my ear. My hands, shaking with anxiety, calmed and relief washed over me.
Ethan’s large hand wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me back with a gentle motion.
“Slowly.”
He said to me, like calming a child. I slowly backed away, keeping my eyes on Mr. Hans and Ethan. One step at a time, very slowly.
We reached the side door of the police station. According to Ethan, it was the door to the dungeon.
Mr. Hans’s police uniform had been ripped off by his bloated body. He looked at us, now half-disheveled.
“I feel strange……. I feel heavy……. By the way, you guys……. left me alone……. Where are you going?”
The old man’s face contorted a little more as he asked in a low voice. His mouth opened wide, revealing teeth that were now sharp and pointed.
His voice, rumbling and echoing, sounded as if three or four people were speaking at the same time.
I was frozen in place, unable to move my legs. I was so scared, so creeped out.
“Don’t….leave me……. Where are you going?”
Aah!
Ethan quickly cleared the desk he’d set up in front of the back door and stood in front of me, sword drawn.
“Watch your teeth, you don’t want to get bitten!”
With a simple swing, Ethan sliced through the officer’s midsection.
Ouch.
The surface of the skin cracked, like a water balloon popping, and then exploded with a pop.
A fountain of green liquid, presumably the monster’s blood, poured out. He couldn’t tell if the creature was completely dead. He didn’t cut off his head.
The explosion was followed by the sound of monsters gathering outside the police station.
Knox opened the side door to the basement and shouted at us.
“Come on!”
Ethan ran over, carrying the bag he had dropped, and we followed him through the side door.
Knox quickly closed the side door, then secured it with a wooden bar to keep it from opening. I scooped him up like a bag of rice and ran straight down the basement stairs.
The basement was dark and dank. Like a real cave.
“After… Sinclair, I appreciate your help, but will you please let me go now, please consider my social status and dignity.”
Knox on my back begged, as if he were pleading.
I found it quite amusing to hear a submissive in a romance novel (though I doubt it was a romance) begging. Of course, the fact that I was the one carrying the second male on my back was not so funny.
“If you were good enough on your own, I wouldn’t be doing this, but if you keep whining, I’m going to throw you into the monster’s mouth for your social status and dignity, so shut up.”
Of course, you can’t just be thrown away, you are too valuable.
But if he continued to complain, I was actually considering throwing him in, but unfortunately, as usual, Knox didn’t cross the line.
In fact, I found him more difficult to deal with than Ethan. You never know what he will do.
“You two have been hanging out the whole time,” he said, “and Ms. Cherry has changed. Our social butterfly has gone too wild. I think Ethan has some really bad effects on you.”
Knox aimed a glare at Ethan instead of me. Caught off guard, Ethan glared at Knox.
“I did what?”
I wrestled him to the ground, then dropped my shoulder bag and reached for my lantern.
“Hey, Know. You’re lucky I didn’t leave you, and shut the fuck up.”
“You’re the one who dragged the one who asked you to leave behind, Miss Cherry, and you’re so uncivilized, I’m hurt.”
I agreed with Knox. It was true. I did force myself to drag a man who would rather die than let Ethan see that he was being carried by me.
He’s a doctor, so I think we should cut him some slack for being less powerful than the rest of us.
I rummaged through my bag, listening to their conversation out of the corner of my eye.
“Oh, well, that’s good to know. I don’t want to be as sophisticated as you are.”
“……Miss Cherry, you’ll get tainted if you hang out with a guy like that. We’re intellectuals, we’re supposed to be cultured.”
“Oh. Shit, we fucked up. Where is my light?”
I dug through my bag, but I couldn’t find the light. I don’t want to go through dungeons and morgues without a light.
Muttering a few curses under my breath, I made eye contact with Knox, who was glaring at me.
“Oh, what did you just say?”
“I was saying that… Ms. Cherry has a very pretty way with words.”
Knox looked up at me with an innocent smile.
Apparently, the words I’d been thinking earlier had come out of my mouth, but since when was “damn, we fucked up” a pretty word? It didn’t seem like it, and I didn’t think he had a taste for foul language.
Ethan was next to me, shaking his shoulders and laughing, and I wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, but he was already weird, so I decided to ignore him.
Anyway, I dug through my bag and finally found the matchbox. After lighting the lantern with a match, we were able to move.
Ethan and I flanked Knox, each holding a lantern and a sword.
“Hey. It’s too noisy. Is someone here?”
Then someone spoke to us.
It wasn’t Ethan’s voice, and it wasn’t Knox’s.
I shined the lantern I was carrying in the direction of the sound.
A row of prison bars stretched to the left of the path we were walking down. Most of them were empty, but there was one cell that had a visitor.
A middle-aged man with an unfamiliar face stared at us from the bars.
“Are civilians allowed to enter the dungeon like this?”
The man seemed oblivious to the situation outside. Which is understandable if you’ve been locked in here all this time.
It dawned on me that this was the same domestic abuser who had taunted Ethan with a glass of whiskey before the apocalypse.
Ethan pulled his keys out of his pocket and tossed them in front of the grate.
“You can get out on your own or not. Be careful, there are monsters out there.”
“It seems safer to just stay locked in there.”
I muttered, staring at the prison bars, but the clueless domestic abuser didn’t hesitate a moment before reaching through them.
